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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Visage,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
cv313,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.