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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.