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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.