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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.