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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.