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 San Marino and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Smog,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.