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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.