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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps 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 punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Brick,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.