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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.