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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.