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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.