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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.