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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.