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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.