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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
X-102,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.