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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.