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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.