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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.