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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.