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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.