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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.