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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.