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 Slovenia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
UT,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.