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 Japan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.