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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.