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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Franke to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.