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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
UT,
Zero Boys,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.