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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.