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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.