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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.