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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Television,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.