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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
UT,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.