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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Pole,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.