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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.