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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.