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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.