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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.