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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.