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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.