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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.