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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.