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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.