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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.