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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.