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 India and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.