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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.