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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.