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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.