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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.