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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.