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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.