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 Albania and from Paris.
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 Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
AZ,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
UT,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.