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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.