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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.