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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.