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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Unwound,
Echospace,
John Cale,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.