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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.