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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.