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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.