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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.