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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.