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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.