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 Norway 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.