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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.