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 Australia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.