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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.