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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.