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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
ABC,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Scion,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.