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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.