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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.