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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Swans to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.