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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Japan,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.