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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.