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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.