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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.