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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.