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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.