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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.