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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.