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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.