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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.