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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.