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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.