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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.