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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
ABC,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.