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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.