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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.