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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.