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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.