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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.