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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.