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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.