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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
New Order,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.