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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.