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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.