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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.