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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
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.