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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.