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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.