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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Gong,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.