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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
ABC,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.