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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.