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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Television,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.