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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.