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 Israel and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.