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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Swans,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.