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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.