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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.