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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.