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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.