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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.