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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.