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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Franke to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.