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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Japan,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.