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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
AZ,
The Move,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.