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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.