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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.