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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.