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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Smog,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.