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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.