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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Faust,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.