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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.