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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Scion,
Deakin,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.