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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.