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 Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.