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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.