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 Russia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.