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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.