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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.