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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.