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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.