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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.