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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.