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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.