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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.