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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.