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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.