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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.