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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.