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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.