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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.