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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.