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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.