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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.