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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.