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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.