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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.