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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.