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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.