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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Japan,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.