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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.