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 Argentina and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.