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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.