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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.