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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.