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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Swans,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.