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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.