Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Associates,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.