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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.