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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Can,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.