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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Fear,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
AZ,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.