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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.