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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.