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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.