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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.