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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Organ,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.