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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.