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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.