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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.