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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Smog,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.