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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.