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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Swans,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.