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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
X-102,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.