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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.