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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Visage,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.