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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.