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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Index,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.