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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.