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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.