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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.