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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.