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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.