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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.