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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.