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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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.