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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.