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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.