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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.