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 Mali 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.