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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Busters to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.