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 Qatar and from London.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.