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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.