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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.