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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.