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 Maldives and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.