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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.