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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.