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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.