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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Can,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
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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.