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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.