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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
CMW,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.