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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.