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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.