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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.