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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.