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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
ABC,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.