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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.