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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Nico,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.