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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.