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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.