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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.