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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Main Source,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.