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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
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.