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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.