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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Nas,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Index,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.