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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.