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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Nico,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.