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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
DNA,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.