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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.