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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.