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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.