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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.