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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.