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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.