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 Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.