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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.