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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.