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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.