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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.