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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.