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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Slave,
Oblivians,
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.