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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.