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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.