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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Easy Going,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.