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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.