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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.