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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.