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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.