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 Italy and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.