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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.