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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Technova,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.