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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.