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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.