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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.