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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.