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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.