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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.