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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.