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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.