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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.