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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.