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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.