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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.