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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.