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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.