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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.