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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.