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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.