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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.