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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.