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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
UT,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.