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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.