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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.