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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
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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.