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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.