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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.