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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Cymande,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.