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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.