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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.