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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.