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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.