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 Suriname and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Japan,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.