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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
June Days,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.