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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.