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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Martian,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.