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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.