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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
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.