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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.