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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.