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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.