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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.