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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.