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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
cv313,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Smog,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.