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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.