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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.