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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.