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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.