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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.