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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Jandek,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.