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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.