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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.