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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.