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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.