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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.