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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.