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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.