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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.