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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.