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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.