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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.