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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.