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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Rekid,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.