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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.