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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
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.