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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.