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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.