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 Finland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Nico,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.