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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.