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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Joe Finger 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
X-101,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.