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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.