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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.