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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.