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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.