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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.