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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.