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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.