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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.