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 Tonga 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.