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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.