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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Gong,
X-102,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.