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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.