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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.