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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.