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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.