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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.