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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.