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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Index to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.