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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.