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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.