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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.