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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.