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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.