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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.