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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.