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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.