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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.