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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Fear 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.