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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.