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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.