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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.