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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.