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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.