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 Luxembourg 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.