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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.