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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.