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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.