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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.