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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.