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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Stooges to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.