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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Wire,
PIL,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.