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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
The Invisible,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.