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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.