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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Magma,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.