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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.