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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.