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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.