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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Wings,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.