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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.