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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.