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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.