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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.