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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
DNA,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.