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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.