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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.