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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Monks,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.