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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Pole,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.