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 France and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.