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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.