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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
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.