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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.