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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.