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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.