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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.