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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.