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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Index,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.