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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
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.