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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.