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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.