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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Main Source 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 grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.