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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.