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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.