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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.