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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.