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 India and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.