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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.