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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.