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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.