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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Monks,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.