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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.