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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.