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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.