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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Quantec,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.