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 India and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.