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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.