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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.