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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.