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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.