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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.