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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.