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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.