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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Kayak,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.