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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.