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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Index,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.