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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.