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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.