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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.