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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.