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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.