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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.