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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.