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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.