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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.