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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.