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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Monks,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.