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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.