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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.