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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.