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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Mars,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.