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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Echospace,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.