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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.