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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.