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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.