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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.