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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.