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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Cure,
cv313,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.