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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.