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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
UT,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.