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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.