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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.