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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Can,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.