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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.