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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.