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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.