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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.