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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Gong,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.