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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.