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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.