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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.