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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Slave to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.