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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.