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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.