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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.