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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.