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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
UT,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.