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 Chile 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.