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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.