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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Index,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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Slave,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.