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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.