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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.