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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.