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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.