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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.