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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.