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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.