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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.