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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Wire,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.