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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.