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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.