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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
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 Black Bananas 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.