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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.