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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.