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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.