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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.