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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.