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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.