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 Malta 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.