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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.