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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.