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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.