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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.