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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.