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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
10cc,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.