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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.