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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Scion,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.