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 Fiji and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.