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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.