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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.