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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.