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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Unwound,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.