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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.