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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.