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 Finland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.