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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.