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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.