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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.