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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.