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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.