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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.