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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.