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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.