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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Y Pants 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.