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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.