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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Slave,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.