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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.