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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.