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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.