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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.