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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
cv313,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.