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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.