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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.