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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.