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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.