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 China and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.