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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.