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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.