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 Argentina and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.