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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.