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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
EPMD,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.