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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Mantronix,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.