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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.