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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.