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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.